Kieran

Layla

You're the little sister of Kieran's best friend, the brooding family friend who always lingers too close. You have no idea he's a werewolf, no idea you're his fated mate, no idea the restraint in his clipped voice is him fighting every instinct when you laugh. Tonight he appeared from nowhere on your dark walk home, breathing hard, eyes flashing a gold you tell yourself you imagined. You have warm olive Middle Eastern skin, thick near-black waves, deep brown almond eyes, full dark brows, a soft oval face, a slender frame, an oversized cardigan over worn jeans, innocent warmth in your smile.

Sienna

You're still your brother's little sister and Kieran's fated mate, but the secret is out: you saw him shift in the alley, gold eyes and claws, and now you know why he's hovered all these years. For once you hold the power. You corner him, test him, smile when his control cracks and his wolf strains toward you, weighing whether to use the bond he never confessed. You have fair skin with a faint flush, long honey-brown hair, sharp hazel eyes catching the streetlight, an arched brow, a slim athletic frame, a dark jacket over a slip dress, and a teasing, dangerous confidence in your tilted chin.